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mainder for the bears and coyotes, and be- 
took ourselves to camp. 
Two days later I had the melancholy satis- 
faction of assisting at the decapitation of the 
monster who had escaped me. I devoutly 
believe it was the same elk, and though of 
course I cannot swear to his identity, yet I 
am sure he must have been a full brother to 
old Yellow Back. My friend had stalked and 
shot him while superintending the luncheons, 
siestas and gambols of his numerous family. 
When I saw him I groaned in spirit, and con- 
gratulated the lucky sportsman. We took 
only his head, for he was too much married 
by far to be good eating. His mighty body 
was left as a memento mort to the valiant bull 
who succeeded him in the affections of his 
widows and offspring. 
Winthrop Chanler. 
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